L is for Lockdown, by Jb (PG)
Rec Category: Janet Fraiser
Categories: Dixon, Daniel, Teal'c, drama
Warnings: none
Author on LJ: sg1jb
Author's Website: Jb at AO3
Link: L is for Lockdown
Why This Must Be Read: This fic is Janet at her intelligent and capable best, coupled with all-around SGC competence and the inevitable need to struggle with the mysterious otherworldliness that is part and parcel of the Stargate. Add in Dixon, Teal'c in unique bug-hunting mode, and some gratuitous Daniel whumpage. What's not to love? :)
It hadn't been until 2050 hours Saturday evening, almost four hours after SG-3's return - and one hour after they'd started showing signs of serious illness - that Janet abruptly realised there was a bigger problem afoot than she'd thought. When a tech from one of the labs on level twenty had wandered in asking for calamine lotion or the equivalent, one glance at the small reddened area on the man's neck had sent her heart into her throat and her hand to the telephone.
Fortunately, Colonel Dixon was senior officer on duty for the night. Smarter and easier than most to deal with, he hadn't even bothered trying to convince her they should first take the time to double-check whether or not the man had been either directly or indirectly exposed to SG-3. He'd simply said, "Oh crap," followed by "Yeah, okay," and it was a done deal. Within five minutes, the base had been sealed off and the SGC ventilation system isolated from the rest of the mountain and the outside.
Categories: Dixon, Daniel, Teal'c, drama
Warnings: none
Author on LJ: sg1jb
Author's Website: Jb at AO3
Link: L is for Lockdown
Why This Must Be Read: This fic is Janet at her intelligent and capable best, coupled with all-around SGC competence and the inevitable need to struggle with the mysterious otherworldliness that is part and parcel of the Stargate. Add in Dixon, Teal'c in unique bug-hunting mode, and some gratuitous Daniel whumpage. What's not to love? :)
It hadn't been until 2050 hours Saturday evening, almost four hours after SG-3's return - and one hour after they'd started showing signs of serious illness - that Janet abruptly realised there was a bigger problem afoot than she'd thought. When a tech from one of the labs on level twenty had wandered in asking for calamine lotion or the equivalent, one glance at the small reddened area on the man's neck had sent her heart into her throat and her hand to the telephone.
Fortunately, Colonel Dixon was senior officer on duty for the night. Smarter and easier than most to deal with, he hadn't even bothered trying to convince her they should first take the time to double-check whether or not the man had been either directly or indirectly exposed to SG-3. He'd simply said, "Oh crap," followed by "Yeah, okay," and it was a done deal. Within five minutes, the base had been sealed off and the SGC ventilation system isolated from the rest of the mountain and the outside.